Living on a small provincial town, surrounded by religious people across and a handsome priest who is now engaged in lively dialogue with two young children as he mutters the words of god. The scenery may be quite normal now, but it's boring nonetheless, a habitual of pretending to love the word of god and stare at the priest's bulge is surely bland, and you've traveled far, clutching your shawl to keep out the chilly air, the church is unwelcoming the thoughts of yours, come to think of it.